Red Rover

I have no idea how many days I’ve been stuck in this cell. I’m not even sure where the cell is, though I have a pretty good guess. It’s dark, damp, cold, and smells awful. And all there is to do is talk to Hecate and Odin, who have their cells on either side of me. Odin’s liquid diet of mead has made the entire place smell like a musty crypt. Add Hecate’s incense scent to that and you can only imagine the smell that I’m having to deal with. How did I get here? Fucking Hermes. He would have worked out better as the god of chaos instead of being a messenger of the gods. Asshole. He came to me with a message that I was urgently needed on Mt. Olympus. There was a danger to all of us. We had to come up with a plan to deal with it. “What’s the danger?” I asked Hermes, wrapping a cloak of stars and night around my shoulders. “I haven’t heard of anything happening.” “If I knew, I wouldn’t be the messenger, now would I? They don’t tell me shit. Just make me go get everyone. A

I’m so caught up in my discovery of where the Red One, Roweena, and Iona all that I completely forgot to be nervous about driving. Brandon and Zak have been very patient in teaching me how to drive over the past few months, but this isn’t something that I feel very comfortable doing yet, especially by myself in a new place. Somehow, there is no one on the road. I don’t know how I got so lucky. But, that wasn’t the top thing on my let’s worry about this list. Go figure. Other than knowing that Ios is a party island along the Greek coastline, I have no idea why in the world Loviatar would keep the Riding Hoods there. Or why she would even want anything to do with them. Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be. They really want to be something. And had things worked out for them in making me the strongest witch of all time, we might have had enough power to get into the room. But we would never have gotten a seat at t

Allegra, the Priestess for Nora’s coven, completes the scrying with the same results that I got. The witches are on the island of Ios. Devin turns and looks at me, smiling. It makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better than the scowl he started the conversation with. Don’t want to piss off the demi-god. I might be the most powerful witch in centuries, but even I don’t hold a candle to a demi-god. “You did good, Nyx. Thank you,” he says, before turning back to the group. It takes me a minute before I can clue back in to what he is saying to the rest of the group. I’ve never had anyone, except for Kayla, tell me that I’ve done a good job with something so important. This warmth in my chest, this smile on my face that I can’t seem to wipe off of my face, is unknown to me. Is this what people feel when they are encouraged by their parents? Is this what children were supposed to feel? It’s almost like a high from some of the hallucigenic potions that I took in my training t

Kaia and I are out at a boutique, looking at wedding dresses. Ever since Meredith, Gael, and Hakeem got married prior to the wars, the idea caught on in the wolf community. And it’s something that I have dreamed of for a very long time. I want my mates to be mine and wholly mine. For the rest of our lives. It’s why, when I found out that Tomas was my mate, it disgusted me more than anything. But that’s only because it hurt me beyond measure. A mate that had been with nearly every unmated she-wolf that I had ever met in Arcadia. Goddess, just thinking about Tomas hurt so much. Fucking trio matebond. He hadn’t rejected us. In fact, he had passed out from the pain of our rejections of him right after we gave them. I was once thankful for that because it meant that he didn’t see me in pain from the rejection. Kaia and I were able to comfort each other before he woke. And then Kaia, ever the decisive and stubborn one, immediately said, “Reject us, so that we can be done

“And then Kara just shouts out ‘Fucking doesn’t count as something important that you have to go do right now,’” Sandra cackles, recounting our daughters escape from the bridal boutique today. My mates and I are out to dinner with our best friends, Diego, Sandra, and Lily. It’s been about a month since we had seen them at Kaia’s ascension ceremony. The day that our girls found out that they were mated to each other. Diego pulls Karamea into his side, kissing her cheek as he tries not to guffaw with laughter at his mate’s antics. Lily just rolls her eyes before squeezing Karamea’s hand on the table. Kara just shrugs her shoulders. “What? They’re the ones that want to do the wedding ceremony before they add the third to their trio. If they’re going to insist on that, they should at least stay for the fucking apointment.” At the mention of our daughters’ third, I can’t keep a growl from forming in my chest. Both Bhakti and Sandra hit me, Bhakti on the shoulder, Sanrda on th